His head pressed against the window, with the rain cascading down the glass like a waterfall mimicking the tears on his cheeks. He ponders about his misfortune. He doesn't know why, or how all this have transpired, for his mind is a jumbled ball of yarn, tangled in a hot mess. He looks out, wondering if the movement of this bus will somehow give him a glimmer of hope, but his vision is blurry, his mouth dry, and the passing of the street lights flashing before his eyes started to transform into a memory, that he wished he had already forgotten. He is lost....